Off late I am starting to hate the word 'moving'...
A few more weeks and it would be time to move into another place.It would be time to pack my bags and leave for a 'home' only to return two years later, to see a new high rise building built on top of my former home. But would it be the same to live in there? To know that you are living at a place underneath which, lies your old sweet home and memories would be so weird.
Our building, where we stayed, for over two decades is being redeveloped.And the hardest thing to do is to leave this place where I have been staying since I was born! The thought of leaving behind the place where I long to come back every day is painful.
I know, I know....everyone will say, "change is good","you'll get to make new friends", "it's just a matter of two years", blah blah blah....but my home is my home!!!.....No other place in this world can beat it... ever! Its a place where I've played with my friends, rode bicycle at, fought with my brother, caught fishes in those li'l streams that formed when it rained , where I've celebrated 21 birthdays(and hopefully the 22nd too), where I've cried, where I've laughed, where I've partied, saw shooting stars with two of my closest friends, saw the city night lights from the terrace....!! I could go on and on about it.
I love the scent in this house, the early morning sun rays pouring through the window, the moonlit balcony....just about everything in this house!
Every brick in the wall of this house has a memory engraved in it!
And to see those bricks being destroyed is watching all those memories being killed one by one.
Okay, I know I am getting a little too emotional. But that's how I am. I never even want to get married just because I don't want to leave home!..:P
As I have mentioned a million times before, I really get attached to people and places too easily.And then letting go becomes really difficult.(Thank God I am not a military kid!!) No doubt, I am going to have a tough time moving out of this place.
All of the special moments spent at this place would start to rewind in my mind, as if I were watching a flash back of my life.
I rejected a few flats that my parents chose after a lot of house hunting and added to their plight. But I wont be doing that anymore as I know how hard it is for them to.They are just doing it 'coz they have to.
The rule of life says...'You gotta clear out the old to make a room for the new'
So I am trying not to think too much about it (yeah right!) and do just that. Although I really don't want to...
I love my home ♥♥♥